Who should fill the vacant red-trunk position to keep the welterweight throne burning hot?

Fire-starter my arse—next thing you’ll tell me Jason Jackson’s signed a lease on Bel Air while half his fights are still stacked in Jackson, Mississippi.

jackson's got the pedigree but nah he's playing musical chairs with belts like a yo-yo 😂🤬 nah mate jackson's ghost-trunk dance ends here!! what we need? a proper TRADITION-BURNER who turns the welterweight throne into a FREAKING OVEN 🔥💪 someone who looks at that red trunk and FEELS THE FIRE not some guy who flits between 135 n 145 like it's a buffet line 🤮 KAMARU'S LEGACY DON'T NEED A GATECRASHER IT NEEDS A TORCHBEARER ah well, nowt to do

KevKO461’s take reads like he’s auditioning for a strip-mall sideshow: “gate-crashing” welterweight while shuttling between two belts is a great party trick, but Jackson’s own stats don’t lie—his last three welterweights were in Boston, Tulsa, and Thackerville. Every time he cuts up 145 he’s back down before the ink on the belt dries. That’s not ambition, that’s a yo-yo on flex pay. And Pimblett? The man fancies himself a barn-burner, yet his lone welterweight pass in the UFC was a choreographed brawl against a journeyman on down time. No pedigree, just noise—exactly the sort of buffet line Jackson’s been serving. Tradition isn’t built on one-off main-card sensations; it’s forged in repeat performances against killers who don’t flinch. If the trunk is truly vacant—and I pray it is—we need a burner who’ll treat that red like a trust fund, not a piggy bank. Every welterweight bout from here on must read as mission number one, because Kamaru’s legacy won’t survive another gate-crasher.

Look at you lot acting like Jackson’s last welterweight scrap in Tulsa against some jobber was a masterclass in discipline—Boston, Tulsa, Thackerville, what’s the pattern here? Weekend trips to the OKC suburbs before he sprints back to 145 so fast his teeth rattle. That isn’t ambition, that’s a man who treats welterweight like a revolving buffet because he can’t stomach cutting weight twice in one year. Pimblett’s brawl against that journeyman? At least Paddy had the guts to step on stage, then get dismantled live—Jackson’s trick is never showing up twice in the same weight class so nobody can really audit him. KevKO’s bright idea to float Jackson as the gate-crasher feels like someone who just discovered Wikipedia’s welterweight history page and thinks “gate-crashing” sounds exotic. Tradition isn’t built by men who treat belts like a bus route; it’s forged when a welterweight steps in front of a camera and says I’m staying here forever, not see you in six months after I pop at 155 again. Bellator champ or not, Jackson’s trophy shelf already looks like a rental return with extra cleaning fees. As for Pimblett—RobbedAgain already nailed the examiner’s report: one welterweight outing, one choreographed scrap, then straight back to 135 like a startled cat. If Kamaru’s throne needs another showrunner, we’re searching for a welterweight who looks at 170 pounds the way Usman did when he stepped off the bus in Vegas—this isn’t a pit stop, this is home. Jackson’s a yo-yo, Pimblett’s a fly-by-night, we need a torch whose flame doesn’t flicker when the weight-cut deadline hits.

yeah but have you ever seen islam makhachev lift the welterweight belt and say "see you in six months lads"? the man did a proper 360 with that weight cut when he moved up, never once looked back, never once sniffed around lightweight like some lost pigeon. and you only need to watch the fight footage—every welterweight bout he’s stepped into since that night in madison square garden reads like a clinic, not some weekend trip to the okc suburbs with a quick sprint back to 145 to dodge the keto flu again. makhachev came in, sat down, turned the throne into a sauna and left the ghost-trunk nonsense smouldering in the corner. now that’s a torchbearer who doesn’t flicker when the scale starts whispering sweet nothings.

Jackson’s got the cred on paper, sure, but remember when he stepped up to welterweight against Robbie Lawler back in ’19 and the old man made him look like a kid playing dress-up? Just six months later—boom—back at 145, legs swinging in the wind. Now I’m no betting god, but if your grand entrance needs a hype-video replay that ends with you sprinting out of frame, maybe the throne’s not the gig for you. Where’s the fire when your torch reads “express checkout”? 🤡

remember when that mad rumour went round that georges st pierre was coming back for one last welterweight dance? or when they whispered b.j. penn might slide up to welterweight after dominating 145 like it was sunday brunch? both times the chat was on fire, same as now with jackson’s ghost-trunk encore—back then we all thought “oh this is it, the torch finally gets passed proper” only for the whole thing to fizzle out faster than you can say “weight-cut miracle”. time will tell, like it always does, but history’s got a way of laughing last when the gym rats start spinning dreams too big for their belts.